Chapter 191 Compensate
“You don’t know what’s good for you.” If he hadn’t come out in time, what would have happened to her now?
These upper-class ladies could drown her to death with their saliva.
“Is this first day that Mr. Barnwell met me?” Lyra chuckled.
As soon as she finished speaking, she turned around and left. However, just as she took a step, she found that the zipper on her clothes had hooked onto Hank’s suit material. The two of them were caught off guard and staggered at the same time, their bodies sticking to each other. This was really a coincidence.
Lyra frowned and pulled hard.
“This suit of mine is handmade.” The man reminded her coldly.
Lyra lowered her head and tugged even harder. “I can’t help it. This is not my fault. I have to separate it. Otherwise… I don’t know what people will say when they see us.” When Hank saw how anxious she was, the coldness in his eyes deepened.
She couldn’t wait to separate from him?
“You move a bit too!”
Lyra pulled for a long time, but it was still very tight. From her angle, it was probably very difficult to untie. She was even considering whether she should cut her clothes. Anyway, it was just a cheap one, but if she broke Hank’s clothes, she could not afford
The man’s gaze fell on the top of her head, and he said indifferently, “How do I move? Like this?”
As he spoke, his body suddenly leaned forward. He was closer to Lyra, and their shadows were overlapping on the wall… “No!”
Lyra directly pushed him to the side. She did not untie the zipper, but she clearly smelled the scent on Hank.
Just like him, aggressive. “Then how?”
His tone of asking a question that he already knew the answer to made Lyra extremely
agitated,
“You just stand there and don’t move!” she said. A smile flashed across the man’s eyes. Just as he was about to say something, he saw Lyra take out a key from her pocket and pull it along the side of her clothes. He furrowed his brows. It was already too late to stop her.
Using the force of tearing, Lyra tore open her own clothes. She took the opportunity to pull back. Her clothes zipper was still hanging on Hank’s suit.
However, she was already a few steps away from him. “Alright, that’s it.” Lyra looked down at her torn clothes and felt a little distressed. She liked this quite a lot, but she didn’t expect to bid it farewell in this way. But at this moment, the eyes of the man in front of her were as dark as the night.
She really didn’t want to be involved with him at all. She actually did it to this extent Hank frowned and didn’t say a word. When Lyra’s relieved look fell into his eyes, it made him particularly angry. What made him even more frustrated was that he seemed to be unable to explain this inexplicable anger at this time. “Mr. Barnwell only needs to find someone to pry open the zipper. Then I won’t disturb Mr. Barnwell anymore,” Lyra said, glancing behind Hank. “Stop.” Lyra frowned, turned around, and muttered reluctantly, “I broke my own clothes, so…” Before she could finish her sentence, she saw a big crack in Hank’s suit. “I was very careful just now. It was impossible for me to tear your clothes,” Lyra said in a cold voice. “Compensate,” he said slowly. “How, how can I afford it? How about you just add it to the debt I owe you?” Lyra gritted her teeth in anger. The man raised his eyebrows slightly. “Isn’t that letting you off easy? You might not be able to repay that money for the rest of your life.” These words were the truth. “Then what do you want?” Lyra pursed her lips tightly. “Go to my villa and help Sister Zhang,” Hank leaned forward. “What?”
“When I’m satisfied, you can leave.” His face was dark, and he had no intention of joking at all. “Hank you are really sick.” Lyra’s face was pale.
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